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  <title>Me = Dumb</title>
  <subtitle>Dumb = You</subtitle>
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    <name>Blarghalarth the Third.</name>
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  <updated>2005-09-04T23:48:04Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:benana_bread:26062</id>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-09-04T15:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-04T22:59:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-04T23:48:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Word Unit: pan- (Latin: panis, bread).&lt;br /&gt;Whoaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to PGA. Fun. Lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just becuase I feel like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cremation of Sam McGee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Robert W. Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold;&lt;br /&gt;The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold;&lt;br /&gt;The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see&lt;br /&gt;Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.&lt;br /&gt;Why he left his home in the South to roam ‘round the Pole, God only knows.&lt;br /&gt;He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;&lt;br /&gt;Though he’d often say in his homely way that “he’d sooner live in hell.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.&lt;br /&gt;Talk of your cold! through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail.&lt;br /&gt;If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,&lt;br /&gt;And the dogs were fed, and the stars o’erhead were dancing heel and toe,&lt;br /&gt;He turned to me, and “Cap,” says he, “I’ll cash in this trip, I guess;&lt;br /&gt;And if I do, I’m asking that you won’t refuse my last request.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he seemed so low that I couldn’t say no; then he says with a sort of moan:&lt;br /&gt;“It’s the cursed cold, and it’s got right hold till I’m chilled clean through to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;Yet ‘taint being dead—it’s my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;&lt;br /&gt;So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you’ll cremate my last remains.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pal’s last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;&lt;br /&gt;And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.&lt;br /&gt;He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;&lt;br /&gt;And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn’t a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,&lt;br /&gt;With a corpse half hid that I couldn’t get rid, because of a promise given;&lt;br /&gt;It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: “You may tax your brawn and brains,&lt;br /&gt;But you promised true, and it’s up to you to cremate those last remains.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.&lt;br /&gt;In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.&lt;br /&gt;In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,&lt;br /&gt;Howled out their woes to the homeless snows—O God! how I loathed the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;&lt;br /&gt;And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;&lt;br /&gt;The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;&lt;br /&gt;And I’d often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;&lt;br /&gt;It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the “Alice May.”&lt;br /&gt;And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;&lt;br /&gt;Then “Here,” said I, with a sudden cry, “is my cre-ma-tor-eum.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;&lt;br /&gt;Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;&lt;br /&gt;The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;&lt;br /&gt;And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made a hike, for I didn’t like to hear him sizzle so;&lt;br /&gt;And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.&lt;br /&gt;It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don’t know why;&lt;br /&gt;And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;&lt;br /&gt;But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: “I’ll just take a peep inside.&lt;br /&gt;I guess he’s cooked, and it’s time I looked;” . . . then the door I opened wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;&lt;br /&gt;And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: “Please close that door.&lt;br /&gt;It’s fine in here, but I greatly fear you’ll let in the cold and storm—&lt;br /&gt;Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it’s the first time I’ve been warm.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold;&lt;br /&gt;The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold;&lt;br /&gt;The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see&lt;br /&gt;Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee.</content>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-09-02T22:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-03T05:23:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-03T05:23:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hmm... Watched Left Behind 2 with Denver and Zelin...&lt;br /&gt;Going to PGA tommorow. Fun.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:benana_bread:25366</id>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-09-02T19:35:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-03T02:34:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-03T02:34:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Gargle Gack Gunk. Me n Ho have the two boringest teachers after lunch... &lt;br /&gt;Kraft + Ngugen = Total Boringness....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:benana_bread:25297</id>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-08-31T12:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-31T19:51:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-31T19:51:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Johnny is the coolest person in Ridout 4th! :O&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:benana_bread:24923</id>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-08-29T21:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-30T04:38:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-30T04:38:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Gargle Gack Gunk. School starts in about... 34 hours. Oh joy.&lt;br&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:benana_bread:24822</id>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-08-26T20:39:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-27T03:38:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-27T04:00:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Spanish 1- Cochran&lt;br&gt;
Health-Lincoln&lt;br&gt;
Honos Bio-Heiner&lt;br&gt;
English 9H-Rideout&lt;br&gt;
Band-Kraft&lt;br&gt;
Alg 2/Trig 9H-Nguyen&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Im in honors english! :D&lt;br&gt;
I have no idea who is in anyone's class&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Garg. I wish i had Jap.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:benana_bread:24449</id>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-08-24T19:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-25T02:07:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-25T02:07:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Gasp! Sushi came to Mission!&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:benana_bread:24095</id>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-08-21T18:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-22T01:20:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-22T03:35:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Back from camping! :D&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
They're taking the hobbits to Isendgard!&lt;br&gt;
*blank stare*&lt;br&gt;
They're taking the hobbits to Isendgard!&lt;br&gt;
*blank stare*&lt;br&gt;
They're taking the hobbits to Isendgard! Isendgard! Isendgard!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
/EDIT http://home.planet.nl/%7Ebeekv044/TheyreTakingTheHobbitsToIsengard.wmv&lt;br&gt;
Go look at it for yourself.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:benana_bread:23956</id>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-08-16T18:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-17T01:46:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-17T01:52:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh the terror! &lt;br&gt;
STAR results finnaly came. I suck.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;English-Language Arts - 425&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Reading&lt;br&gt;
Word Analysis and &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vocabulary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Development - 100&lt;br&gt;
Reading Comprehension-83&lt;br&gt;
Literary Response and Analysis-100&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Writing &lt;br&gt;
Writtern Conventions-81&lt;br&gt;
Writing Strategies-76&lt;br&gt;
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Whoaaa.. The worlds going to end. I know it. I got a 100 in vocab. VOCAB! &lt;font size="4"&gt;VOCAB&lt;/font&gt;!!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Algebra I - 456&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Number Properties, Operations, and Linear Equations- 100&lt;br&gt;
Graphing and Systems of Linear Equations-79&lt;br&gt;
Quadratics and Polynomials- 76&lt;br&gt;
Functions and Rational Expressions-77&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I suck in math now. :[&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;History-Social Science - 418&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
World History and Geography: Ancient Civilization- 88&lt;br&gt;
Late Antiquity and the Middle Ages- 93&lt;br&gt;
Renaissance/Reformation- 60&lt;br&gt;
U.S. Constitution and the Early Republic- 86&lt;br&gt;
Civil War and its Aftermath- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;What the? 54 in Civil War? and 60 In Renaissance? ....&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Also, Reading List Number is 12...&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
But the 100 in vocab?!?!?!?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
r4nd0ml3tt3rz: 600 math&lt;br&gt;
r4nd0ml3tt3rz: 600 history&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Danggg. You make me look stupid. Like my icon. My head hurts now.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-08-15T17:36:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-16T00:34:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-16T03:33:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow. I just noticed something. I got pantsed both times (7th and 8th grade) we were setting up for Hopkins Big Jazz Band Dance. O.o ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//edit: Im back to using Pinky's wonderful icon! :D&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-08-13T23:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-14T06:23:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-15T03:55:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="7"&gt;HAPPY B-DAY JEANETTE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Hmm... today was hella fun (and legit) :P. Look in max's lj of what we did until im un-lazy enough to post (prob tomrow)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Only thing i say right now is: Robin and Max are such a cute couple. XDDDD! (Hes going to kill me.)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Fine. Random comments:&lt;br&gt;
Watching guys sitting on guys is disturbing.&lt;br&gt;
SOME people *cough cough* shake too much.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-08-12T02:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-12T09:13:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-12T09:13:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Its 2:15. Still doing Debate. Gah. I cant find cards or think of what write. &lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-08-11T19:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-12T02:10:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-12T02:10:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">blank</content>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-08-01T15:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-01T22:20:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-01T22:21:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yayyy! I got 112/120 on my 120 vocab word test! Go me!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://%20www.ebaumsworld.com/%20games/%cursorgame.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; game is soo addicting...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:benana_bread:22160</id>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-07-27T22:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-28T05:42:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-28T05:42:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im werido.&lt;br&gt;
Jessica is strango&lt;br&gt;
Jeanette is dunceo.&lt;br&gt;
Christina is coolio.&lt;br&gt;
Robin is amo.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Also, Mr. Richey cusses too much.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:benana_bread:21839</id>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-07-24T22:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-25T05:47:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-25T05:47:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hmm. I fell like bleh. I gots new shoes from Nordstrom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irate = Constipated</content>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-07-21T21:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-22T04:47:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-22T04:47:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bobdom.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bobdom.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
You have been Bobbed. Now you have to go Bob others. (From Robin)&lt;br&gt;
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Gah. Heka cold in swimming. Raining in the middle of July?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-07-18T21:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-19T04:43:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-19T04:54:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Gah. Stupid Katie.</content>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-07-12T22:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-13T04:59:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-13T04:59:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hmmm.. Should i make my lj friends only? I might. Then someone has to make me a banner. I suck at that junk.</content>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-07-12T21:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-13T04:01:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-13T04:03:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

LOVELYLILLIANs2: when's your birthday?&lt;br&gt;
l3un Gym An: umm&lt;br&gt;
l3un Gym An: October 39&lt;br&gt;
l3un Gym An: figure it out&lt;br&gt;
LOVELYLILLIANs2: LOL. I just noticed that it said 39 when you said figure it out&lt;br&gt;
LOVELYLILLIANs2: what's the month after october?&lt;br&gt;
l3un Gym An: ...&lt;br&gt;
l3un Gym An: november&lt;br&gt;
LOVELYLILLIANs2: dude jk I totally knew&lt;br&gt;
l3un Gym An: are you felling ok?&lt;br&gt;
l3un Gym An: O.o&lt;br&gt;
LOVELYLILLIANs2: yeah, I'm FELLING just fine&lt;br&gt;
l3un Gym An: of course you are&lt;br&gt;
l3un Gym An: so did you figure it out?&lt;br&gt;
LOVELYLILLIANs2: no still thinkinggg&lt;br&gt;
LOVELYLILLIANs2: :D&lt;br&gt;
l3un Gym An: cmon&lt;br&gt;
LOVELYLILLIANs2: holdonholdon!&lt;br&gt;
l3un Gym An: how many days in october?&lt;br&gt;
LOVELYLILLIANs2: alksdfjlkajsd&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I dunno :O!&lt;br&gt;
LOVELYLILLIANs2: like 31 or something&lt;br&gt;
LOVELYLILLIANs2: lemme look at the calendar/&lt;br&gt;
l3un Gym An: lol&lt;br&gt;
LOVELYLILLIANs2: YES 31&lt;br&gt;
LOVELYLILLIANs2: SKILLS&lt;br&gt;
l3un Gym An: yep&lt;br&gt;
l3un Gym An: so whats 39-31?&lt;br&gt;
LOVELYLILLIANs2: ummm 8 lol&lt;br&gt;
LOVELYLILLIANs2: YES. NOVEMBER 8TH&lt;br&gt;
l3un Gym An: YAY!&lt;br&gt;
l3un Gym An: *clap clap*&lt;br&gt;
l3un Gym An: good job! :D&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Sadness. &lt;br&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:benana_bread:20280</id>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-07-09T22:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-12T05:20:43Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-12T05:20:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alameda County Fair. Fun. Freaky. Cool. PIG RACES! Fawsome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... That fair is huge.... it has heka cool stuff... Go next year! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister won first in her sketch. :P</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:benana_bread:20008</id>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-07-08T22:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-12T05:14:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-12T05:14:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Gah. Raining in the middle of July. What the heck?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:benana_bread:19830</id>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-07-06T23:04:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-07T06:01:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-07T06:01:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">MCA today. saw other people from hopkins. Add more later. I did this in 5 seconds. Bye.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:benana_bread:19552</id>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-07-06T21:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-07T04:50:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-07T04:55:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">AntaresSITH: BUT&lt;br&gt;
AntaresSITH: wait&lt;br&gt;
AntaresSITH: nvm&lt;br&gt;
AntaresSITH: haha&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I feel random.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:benana_bread:19074</id>
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    <title>benana_bread @ 2005-07-03T19:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-07T02:24:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-07T02:26:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wow. Lots of things happened.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;

&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gah. Second Day. Morning = cold. Brrr. I woke up around &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="9"&gt;9:30&lt;/st1:time&gt;? Go around looking for campfires for
warmth. Eat breakfast. Bread heated with the portable stove thingy with jam.
Yum yum yum. Lalalla. Walk around doing random stuff, then we start playing
cards in the morning around &lt;st1:time minute="15" hour="10"&gt;10:15&lt;/st1:time&gt;-12?
So its Me, Wayne, Albert, Brian, and Joshua. We play in Joshua’s tent since its
so big. First we play Kemps. Gah. First its me and Brian vs. Joshua and
Albert/Wayne. Albert brought his gameboy with the new pokemon thingy and they
were playing that. Some battle factory thingamajiggy. Whatever. So when &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Wayne&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;
was playing gameboy, Albert was playing cards. Our signals were so lame. :P “I
HAVE KEMPS!” Kemps! Yay! We won! That was our saddest one. Also, “SAFETY!” Kemps.
We also won that one. The ones that Brian made up were super lame and obvious.
like rub your stomach. or adjust your glasses over and over. He did too many
fake ones. Too obvious. But we had one good signal, but they figured it out
because Brian did it way to obvious. It was just like hold 1 card on your left
and the other 3 on your right hand. But they figured it out. We didn’t win much
tho, we won like once out of every 3 games. That sucked. Then we played a two
games of BS. I won the first one. lol. I cheated on the last move, but they
didn’t know that that was my last card, so they dindt call anything and I won.
They second round, it was kinda a dead situation. You knew who had the cards
and junk. I had all the 5’s and Jack’s and Joshua had all the 6’s and junk.
ect. ect. ect. Then after that got boring, we played Caramel. I got third on
all three games. Then we ate lunch. Noodles with meat paste. Yum again.
Lalalalal. Wow. We were bored. We started playing pokemon cards since Albert’s
sister had 2 decks. First it was me vs. Albert. I won. Then me vs. Brian. I won
that game too. I was heka lucky. Then &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Wayne&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;
vs. Brian. &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Wayne&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; cheats like heck.
How sad. He drew like 5 cards each turn, when it WAS his turn, and when it
wasn’t. He didn’t care. He still lost. Sadness. Then we played 2v2. Me and
Wayne vs. Brian and Albert. We lost the first game, because &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Wayne&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;
was still cheating and we almost decked out. But the second game, he didn’t
cheat and we won. And then after that, they said that they wanted to go tubing,
and I went back to my tent and went looking for them. Alan had the tube, so we
were going to borrow it from him. I was walking that way, then some guy goes
“hey.” I turned and it’s the Henry from band. The ex-sevie which never talks to
Ravina because hes to shy. Him and his brother. Whoa. He was part of Alan’s old
bible study group. Our church came as a group, and Alan’s old bible study group
came as another separate group. Ok. So I talk for a few minutes and go there.
But there not there so I run back and then their not there, so I run back to
the creek and finnaly catch up with them. Tubing tubing tubing. Fun fun fun.
Wet wet wet. Go down the “rapids” carry the tube back up, watch the next person
go. The river/creek is heka cold… Brrrr. After we come back, we were going to
go to the beach, but the parking lot was full and they said that there were
like 40 cars waiting to go in. So we didn’t go. Then we played more cards.
Kemps again. This time, we owned. Me and Joshua vs. Brian and Albert. &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Wayne&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;
left early, I dunno why. So it was just us 4. We had the best signal ever. I'm
not going to tell you what it is. We had a 7-1 run. I accidentally did our
signal without knowing it, so he called kemps, but I didn’t have it. D: Albert,
being the perverted person he was thought of nasty fake signals. Wrong signals.
One time, Brian did a fake signal, and Joshua called counter-kemps, but just
before that, Albert got real kemps, but he didn’t know that. We still won. :D
Okie dokes Then we lost about 4 games but won 3 so it was like 10-4. After
that, I went to take a 3 minute shower using a quarter. How fun and exciting!
The water was cold. :( Gah. One shower timer thing was broken, so the shower
was like 20 minutes instead of 3. :P But someone was in it when I went. I didn’t
feel like playing more cards, so they kept on playing while I was in the
shower, and after I was in the shower. I went with my sister and their group.
They were eating marshmallows using those super tiny marshmallows and I joined
in. More Smores. Jum Jum Yum. We were waiting for Eunice to come here to play
cards again. She was going to bring like some extra people to play cards with
us again. But they came with all these little annoying kids following them, so
she went back and waited until they were gone, and then she was going to come
back. She didn’t come for a while, so we went over there. Bleh bleh bleh. Ok So
we just start playing Mao. &amp;lt;-- As fun as Egyptian War. Heka fun. Ok. If you
know how to play, good. If you don’t, too bad. Its just like Uno with different
rules. Two decksI can't tell you how to play. Too bad. Your supposed to figure
out in the game. So the people that squished into our tent, Original people
from yesterday, Me, Frank, Victor, Allen, Eunice, Joy, and my sister, plus
Eunice’s friends, Joe, Eric, and Leslie. Ok. Heres our random rules. We figured
them all out at the end. &lt;/p&gt;



&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Any card except Aces or 8’s, say “Frank dealt it.” (He
farted when we were starting. It smelled bad. Really bad.)&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When drawing a card, instead of saying regular, “Allen is
the only Mao for me!”&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aces, “Its all Victor’s fault.”&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1’s, 3’s, 5’s, and 7’s, “Oh whee/mee whee/mee!”&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Play card 1 step lower, 5, then 4. “I eat you.”&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Play card 1 step higher, 5 then 6. “I eat poo.”&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Instead of saying Mao, “Mao Mao Mao Mao, Mao Mao Mao Mao,
Mao Mao Mao Mao Mao Mao Mao Mao, Maooo!” (The cat food song thingy. Mao instead
of Meao.&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When playing last card, “I watch Barney daily.”&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2’s, 4’s, 6’s, and 8’s “Whee/mee whee/mee oh!&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Any black same card played twice, “Tee hee! Theres two!”&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think that’s all. If not, ill add it in.&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Next, we played Mafia! :DDDDDDD So fun. Frank was first narrator, then Victor,
then Eric for the last 3 games. Hes heka good and narrating. He thinks of heka
good stories and junk. But. some of its perverted. DX. I don’t remember all of
it tho. First game had no setting…. Second one was like Mission Pizza. XD
&amp;lt;-- eww face. Third was at church, fourth was at 30 Hour Famine, and last
one was at downtown &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Oakland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, in the
‘hood! :D I was cop on the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; game and we won. I was Mafia once,
and I think I lost that game. When Eric started narrating, they stories turned
a bit violent and perverted. :P His stories were rated “R”. In church too. (in
the story) :P Too much gore and junk. Gore. Umm… Getting stabbed in the head with
those things you pick up paper with, look like skiing poles. Umm.. Getting
hanged by your own rope belt. :P Umm… Getting jumped outside of church. Gha. Hmmm…
Lets just say, the perverted part was that Joe died of Viagra. He died of too
much “action” Then he extended that perverted part of the story. I shall say no
more. Too perverted. Too much Viagra. And in church. Shame shame shame. Ok
whatever. Enough of that. In the last game, when we were in the ‘hood, he gave
us names. People who died and got tried. Umm.. I only remember some of the
names. I was Benzino, Victor was Vicious V, Allen was Ally-G, My sister,
Josephine, was Jose-bling. Joy was Jo-G, and I can't remember the rest, then
they started to go back to their tents. It was like &lt;st1:time minute="20" hour="12"&gt;12:20&lt;/st1:time&gt; or something. Eric had some sparkers that he brought
from his camp so we watched them spark. It WAS already July 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. :P
Then we said bye and stuff. Then we went to sleep. End of Second Day. Whew.
Finally done with that day. Oh yea. and Victor’s fake story. “You know one day?
I was at Mission Pizza with ______ (Some friend of his) and we ordered some
pizza. Then we sat down at a table, but there was this old lady staring at me.
From when we ordered pizza to when we sat down. *shiver* It was freaky.
Finally, after a while, she walks up to me and says, “You seem familiar! I
remember you from somewhere!” She sits back down and we start to eat our pizza.
She comes back and says, “Oh! I remember! We were dogs in our previous life!
You were a golden retriever! You got hit by a car and your shoulder was hurt
badly!” Whoa. My shoulder WAS hurt! Look at that bump there. Look! *points*
Feel it! (Someone leans closer to look at it) RAWRRRRRRRR!” End of story. Just
to scare people. Gullible people. Ok. Really. I'm done. Gah. My fingers hurt
now. Didn’t even start third day. Gah. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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